Busy morning.

we came across a lost pilgrim
in the woods near lake astre.

the others held him down while i cut his bloom.

he fought back. i would have too.

but one day he’ll realize we did him a favor.

clover caught wind of another party headed out west
towards the greater plateaus,

a young woman and an old man.

the plan is for me to split off on my own to track them

while the rest of our group patrols the east.

not looking forward to the heat, but at least i’ll be
done with this insipid rain for a while.

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